Linger

They still linger, the memories of you.
The smell of your perfume on the sheets of my bed, how the corners of it reminds me so much of you.

Traces of you can never be replaced, your eyes that shows a hundred emotions that no one can  decipher.
You are the saving grace, at the same time my poison.

You're the silhouette when the light gleams inside my dark room, you're the poetry that no one tries to read.
And you're the sad song that I'll play on repeat.